I Want Biiiggg One

I bought some chocolate filled croissants the other day. Zachary wanted one, so I took one out of the clear plastic box. He said Noooooo. I want biiigggggggg.

I think he must thought that I halved the croissant. I said to him this is big. They are all the same.

Noooo. I want biiigggg. Big one.

Because I am quite a rational person and a mother should know better which battle to pick with their kids, I put the croissant back in the box. I shoved the box to him and let him choose for himself.

He inspected the four croissants. After sometime he finally picked one. Satisfied and happy that he got his way and hand with a "big" croissant, he ran to the living room.

Little did he know, he just picked the same croissant I gave him earlier.

Biiiigg one indeed.

Blame the Parents

My parents went to Carefour the other day. We went along too. As usual my mum would pull out the trolley and put me in there. Most of the times Kakak Sya would get in there too. Abang had to walk though.

My parents wanted to get themselves a cordless phone and stopped to compare between one phone to another. I can see abang already busying himself with the PS2 CDs. Even kakak jumped out of the trolley to join abang. I want to join them too. I begged my mum to take me out. "Ibu I want down! I want down!" Ibu trying to read the specs lifted me up and I ran to abang.

I have no idea why abang would want to look at those Cds even. Not that we have PS2 anyway.Yaaawwwnnn. I don't understand all the hype. No one is listening to me either. Hmm. Hey! Look at them biigg tvs. My my. I think I'll check it out. |Abang", I called out to Haziq, "Look! TV!" He usually likes watching the skateboard shows on those display TV. He ignored me and was busy reading the back of the CD. OK! I go alone!

Man this is boring. They are showing zoom up movie about flowers. Colourful flowers. Different tv same flower. Yaawwwnnn.

So I walked on further. Then the aisle ran out of TV. I turned, wondering where they all are. Not in sight. But hey look up in front! Are those toy sections?? Yayyyy! I know abang and kakak will always run to the toy section. But I got here first! yay! yay! Padan muka abang. I got to this game console first. I win! You lose!

But this is boring. Where is kakak? She would know what to press. They sure are taking too much time at the CDs.

Suddenly I saw Ibu walking past me looking for something. I shouted. "Ibu. Look I am playing game." She turned and immediately hug me and said where did you go?? Oh! Oh! Somehow I think I am in trouble. I kept quiet. I felt some kind of strange feeling. Ayah came looking angry. he barked that I get in the stroller and not to get out.

Then we moved and past the camping section. My mum was interested with this big garden shed. She opened the door and both abang and kak ran into it. They said it would be a perfect place to play hide and seek. I got up too. I want to play too! Ayah shouted at me! Sit jackjack. I blinked my tears away. But I just want to play with kakak abang.

Then Ibu said, its ok. Make you sure you sit back on your stroller. I played for a while and sat immediately after. I tried making jokes with Ibu. She didn't respond much at first. Until we got to the vege section. I got up and shook my butt to a song. She laughed. Then I sat back. I must please her this time. Occasionally I would got up and sat down until at one point Sya got to my stroller first. Which is fine by me. I want to walk with ibu now.

We got to the processed food section. Abang wanted some nuggets and sausages. I hate this section. It is cold and I cannot see anything. Everything is taller than me. Kakak was still in the stroller. I think I will go to ayah. I think he would want to queue up by now.

So I raaaaannnnnnnnnn. I raaaaannn.

Eh where is ayah? He was right in front of me just now.

He must be at one of the counters by now. Ok I should walk now. Looking at all the counters, I can see m&ms. I know what I want already. I want the green tube m&m. I am sure Sya wants a pink one. Abang who always think he is cool would want the nut one and refuse to take the tube one. He says its for babies.

Where is ayah? Walk further.

You can tell its me if you see me walking that day. I was hugging a big red balloon. We went to Pizza Express earlier and the kind Indonesian waiter gave each of us a big red balloon. Abang's balloon had popped. So i am making sure he is not taking mine. So there I was, walking with a big red balloon in my arms. I am the boy with the big red balloon.

I am worried! I couldn't see ayah. The counter aisle are almost at its end. I clutched my balloon tighter.

An Arab boy came to me and touched my balloon. I would usually smile back but I want my ayaaahhh now. I must not panic. I walked on.

Then I heard it, Jack!! I turned and it was ayah. He quietly pulled my hands and took me to ibu, abang and kakak. Ibu had that look. Sad? I am not sure. I have seen her sad. This is not just sad. She had a worried look. Guilty look and an angry look altogether. Everyone was quiet. I don't know what to say. I sat on my stroller.

In the car, everyone was quiet. It was so deafening this silence. I didn't even hear the radio even though it was turned on. After sometime, Ibu turned around to me. She looked at me. I took it as a cue. Ibu, I said, I want susu. She took me in her arms and kissed me. One long deep kiss on my forehead and I snuggled up to her bosom. Then she whispered something "Not to do that again. I was worried. Do not walk away without ibu and ayah with you. Please Jack. I love you"

I felt sad but was somewhat relieved.

I have this feeling in my heart. But I don't know what it is.

Comforted by the milk, I got up and dodged the big red balloon at abang.

And that was all I wanted to do. Play with the big red balloon.

My Lover thinks I am Cute

He gave me a cute pendant with a matching ring for our tenth annivessary.



I am feeling young and am in a skip around in a frilly dress mode.

Balls to Bawl

I was asked by si comel to do this, Bicara di Malam Hari. Ha ha ha ini macam punya tag pun adakah? Anyway this happened last night.

Me : We probably need to get the ballslah. you know it is so difficult to get my size there. Pelik betul. The ar@bs were forever at my balls. I just don't get it with them. SUch big sized man and still they want to use the light ball. You know they were going for 7. Haziq was using 7. Even I use a 9 or 10. They these big sized man with big hands want a 7. how strange. I wonder whether they can fit in the holes in the first place. You use a 12 kan?

Lover : Ah ah

Me : Kak Ita said the cheap one is 300. The better one is 500.

Lover : 300??? How much in Malaysia?

Me : Hmm tak ingatlah. Miss KlSentral said 600 kot with shoes. We definitely need shoes. I think we should do the shoes in Malaysia. Over here definitely pig skin lining punya.

Lover : You ask Miss KLSentral firstlah.

Me : But do you want to do the balls in Malaysia? If you 12, me 10 haziq 7. that would be 29lb. that's about 15kg!!! I'd rather take my ikan bilis and udang kering

Lover : We send through unattended luggage. like your books.

Me : Eh eh eh that Faizal guy kan..is that girl his girlfriendke?

Lover : Penyu said no.

Me : Not yetlah tu. But I think she likes him. he he. *love. I think they prolly like each other but they are not sure whether they should say It yet. You know. It can be confusing. do they like each other because there is no else to like here? Like everyone is married and all, so not much choice. Or could they really really really like each other. Is it looovvveee?

Lover : Faizal came for the tahlil do you know that?

Me: oh dia ke? Wonder if he knows it was our house or not. I have never seen the girl before pun

Lover : I have

Me : you have????? where?

Lover : well during Asian Games and sometimes at the embassy.

Me : How come I have never seen her?

Lover : Don't know

Me : How come you have seen her?

Lover : well dia ramai-ramai. In a group of the bacchelors. noisy lots. kecoh je.

Me : a group of what? girls?

Lover : no lah. mix.
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Me : how come you notice her then and I don't.

Lover : donnolah you.

Me : how come you notice girls yang bujang-bujang (single) ni?

Lover : nolah. I didn't notice her. Many in the group. Men pun (guys as well)

Me : Just now you said you noticed her.



I had bad dreamslah yesterday. Lover doing tango with a girl. That girllak tu.

Bensi!!

Have you done these?

I just remembered that I was tagged by mr moshness. I don't remember the title but the eseence is 10 things that I have done and probably have never been done by anyone else. Something like that. So here goes

1. Starting from year 2 I had problems with teachers and later in life with authorities in general.

2. Fed up I began to flaunt school rules in Form 2.

3. I got slapped by a teacher in Form 4.

4. Despite crashing school rules and colouring my hair I still manage to get away with things. Being a school representative and also in 5 Science 1 helps (I am not proud of this)

5. I was in TV once, for the right reason.

6. While at that I won some considerable amount of cash.

7. I was so gatal on public TV with Jalaluddin Hassan forgetting that my mother in law is watching too.

8. I have hitchiked in the UK. Yikes!

9. Waiting for the next train to arrive, I had to "sleep" in the waiting room with a drunken man during my backpacking trip throughout Europe. Before you uishh and aiyooh me, I didn't sleep with him as in SLEEP ok. I was wide awake eyeing the drunk man while he snored away his stinking beer breath. Both at different coners. I was waiting for the next train to arrive at 4 in the morning.

10. It was my 22nd birthday. I was in Turkey. My then boyfriend was there too. I told him I have to call my lover because I promise him so. I made him wait outside the cubicle while I got myself smitten listening to lover singing happy birthday. We broke up four months later.



I am not proud of these.

And he turned 38

Lover turned 38 last 4th May. We wanted to celebrate it but something always crop up during the weekends. Our celebration is of course just eat eat session at a slightly finer restaurant than usual eat out.

We don't have much time during the weekday because of Haziq's ngaji classes for three nights, squash lesson and usrah. So the very the busy.

We wanted to go last Saturday but on the very last minute someone called us inviting us for dinner at their place. I was to the point of hoping and hoping that nobody call us for dinner anymore. At least until we get to go to this eat eat session.

You see I was very excited this time round. Pssstt I bought him a present. Ha ha macam bagus. I didn't get him any last year. Actually it's a bit of cheating since I am earning with his money but then it is mine now kan? And oklah since I am not really earning lots, the present was not much. But I was excited nevertheless. Like a high school girl I was.

I got him a picture frame. A simple one. A male looking frameNo frill. But a designer one you know Cik Kiah. Well at least I got it from Zara Home Collection. This one is for his office. I printed out a picture of all five of us, which was difficult to choose because there were not much photo of us. Apparently we rarely take family photo. That must be because I am frigging' lazy to take the tripod out. Perhaps I will take a better one later later much much later.





We finally get to celebrate his 38th birthday today. I quietly told the waitress to bring out a small cake and sing their happy happy song they often sing for the birthday person. The kids were apa lagi. Delightedlah.

Over here certain restaurants have that birthday sing a song service. In Apple Bees, the cake is free of charge. We had one for Batrisyia the other day. TGIF charges for their cake though. Eh do we have this in Malaysia? I don't know actually. Tak pernah tanya pulak. But the one they have here is really noce because they sang not really the conventional happy birthday song, but some other happy song and some made up lyrics, still on birthday. And they would clap loudly and made the whole thing so vibrant and kecoh.

I gave him the present. He was happy and will definitely put it in the office. yayy. Then he spent the night analysing when and where did I go to get it. After sometime, he asked Haziq. My lover is not as anal.

Now I am a happy happy girl. Discharging unused egg is also over.

So over and out peeps.

Haziq's Life Dilemma

A few weeks ago everyone in Haziq's school was given a task of collecting donation to raise fund for the school's intersports uniform. The incentive was, whoever manage to collect the highest donation will have a treat of one hour jumping in a bouncy castle sponsored by the school.

I told Haziq to bring his form to the Fardhu Ain class on Friday. He was a bit nervous and shy to ask from the "uncles" despite looking excited the night before. I told him to pick on one uncle that he is most comfortable with, which he did. The rest was a breeze. Coincidentally on the very same day I was invited to eat eat session for both lunch and dinner. Haziq a little bit courageous, brought the form as well and collected more donation.

I am very proud of him. Be cause really if it were me I would have shoved it to my dad and ask him to get it from his office friends. Actually I wanted to do that for Haziq but decided to drill him first before he grow up and get the idea for himself.

The other thing was he set the precedence. After seeing Haziq talking the uncles to spare some change in the name of school donation, his other friends who are also in the same school did the same too. The little one asked Haziq to help him be the spokesperson. Not that Haziq is a good sales man though. he just said, "Uncle dia ni pun nak donation."

Anyway surprisingly Haziq collected the highest amount in his class at a mere QR250. I was surprised. I expected more from the richer kids in his class. Haziq said some did not even come up with any money.

So haziq get to jump his heart out for one hour under the hot sun on the bouncy castle. The thing is he can bring ONE friend, only ONE to jump silly with him.

And that is his dilemma. He doesn't know who to choose. Many come up to him pleading to be chosen. Those closer to him said something wise, like "Chose wisely" or "Never give promises that you cannot make." Some keep on asking him who he would choose. Someone called him yesterday asking him whether he has make up his mind.

Haziq is totally boggled. I asked him yesterday, in the attempt to be the wisest person he knows, to narrow down on people that he would really really have fun to play with. After a KFC lunch and a lot of running with his siblings in the mall, he said he has come down to two. But he couldn't make up his mind.

I suggested him to ask his teacher whether she can make exception and allow him to bring two. I doubt it'll work but I think it is worth trying anyway.

Then I said if it fails perhaps you can ask teacher how much did the two boys collected for the donation and perhaps you want to reward to the one who has the highest.

If that doesn't make him happy, he can just follow his guts.

Haziq is not as anal as I am. I know these two boys one is in the same nerd group as Haziq is. Oh yeah Haziq is in the nerd group. the one who is doing well in maths and all. The other one is the one who plays a lot and Haziq seems to be playing alot with him lately. So much that his schoolwork drop. Haziq's teacher was worried about Haziq slacking sometimes early last term and has identified that Haziq is very distracted with this boy playing in class. We both concluded that he is tired of being the goody in the class and wanted a wider range of new friends.

So I don't know. I told him to make special doa to seek for Allah's guidance for him to choose. I told him to stick to his decision and know that he makes the right choice.

I also told him to relax, don't be boastful, be humble to those not chosen and HAVE FUN!

I am so anal. I can't wait to know who he would choose.

Honker

If you do not know already, the horn is the most important instrument in any transportation mode here in Qtar besides the accelerator.

Everyone honks here. They honk when they want someone to get out of the way. They also honk when they want to give someone way. They honk when someone crosses the road. They also honk when they want to allow someone to cross the road. Sometimes they beam. They honk the minute the light turns green. They also think they have the right to think for the vehicle most front at a busy roundabout. If they think the most front car is slow, they would assist by honking telling the car to move and kill oneself.

This may sound somewhat normal. What I find most surprising is people honk when they want to buy something from a sundry shop. They would stop in front of a shop and honk for their service. Sometimes as loud and as annoying as they can. Sundry shop, juice stall, kebab stall even certain fast food joints.

Even for a pack of ciggy, some people find it hard to get out of the comfort of their car and get it themselves. They must be served. Sometimes they couldn't get a parking spot in front of the shop. They would still honk creating confusion to which shop they are referring to. Ayooo.

Anyway. I became a honker the other day. Yes glare at me. Snicker snicker.

I was not feeling well the other day. You know that day I asked my lover to pick up the kids and he was worried of his punctuality. OK Ok excuses sexcuses. I was too sick to cook, so I decided to buy lunch instead. I went to a briyani restaurant.

AT lunch time the restaurant was full of men, mostly the labourers from the nearby construction site. The trenchers workers maybe among them. I really was not comfortable to go into the restaurant and getting stared at. So I decided to honk. Do what the Romans do.

I didn't get the best parking spot. I had to park slightly at the side of the restaurant. So how should I honk? I do not like the loud rude HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNKK! So not goddessy. So I honked in the cutest way I can. honk honk. Like Noddy's honk. Can you hear them? honk honk. That was my virgin honk. I had to honk several times to get their attention. I was that demure.

When I did, someone came to me and I made my order. It was another ordeal ordering one chicken briyani and another grilled chicken with no rice. The Bangladeshi guy speaks minimal english as I, Arabic. Uridu Dajaj Briyani and err grilled dajaj no ruz.

He got the right order and I gave him the money. He then asked me where I am from and whether I am working. Ohh sometimes I hate friendly workers. I mentioned HUSBAND loud and clear.

He came back for my change and asked for my phone number.

I don't think I will honk that restaurant ever again.

Leftover kaw kaw sambal ikan bilis

And what do you do with a leftover super kaw kaw sambal ikan bilis? Pau sambal of course.



I am salivating still.

Korek Hidung

Do you know that korek hidung is also considered as hadas kecil? Meaning kena ambik air sembahyang balik sekiranya perbuatan tersebut dilakukan sebelum sembahyang.